#birthmarks - Hello Poetry

i think what i'm trying to say is that i wanna know what hand you write with. that's what i'm interested in, right, left, maybe even ambidextrous— show me your birthmarks, and the little scar you got when you were a kid. there's a story in your body, on your skin, and i want to listen to you tell it, running my fingertips across your freckles as if i were blind.

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Mar 5, 2021

Mar 5, 2021 at 1:42 PM UTC

dorian-green

intimacy

i think what i'm trying to say is that i wanna know what hand you write with. that's what i'm interested in, right, left, maybe even ambidextrous— show me your birthmarks, and the little scar you got when you were a kid. there's a story in your body, on your skin, and i want to listen to you tell it, running my fingertips across your freckles as if i were blind.

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I once pitched wishes Up to stars that listen as well as stars can hear. My wishes were well crafted plans Bounding faster and faster and faster Through a void that cares as well as voids can care. I’ve noticed just the way you’ve got this spotty patchwork over the bridge of your nose, Restless eyes, and try-hard hands. And I’ve noticed that you’ve noticed that I’m noticing. Your attention could mean nothing. Your affection could mean everything. Could I crack you open as much as I please? Bit by skeletal bit by interstellar bit? Could I query the fragments for a lifespan And would they yield, and yield something new each time? I’d like never to cast another wish To those gaseous lights bearing hopeless charges into a space Unfeeling, unfathomed, undone. I’ll ditch those stars above that never have a thing to say, because you’ve got your heart upon your sleeve, the biggest ears I’ve ever seen, and Orion’s belt written straight across your face.

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Aug 14, 2019

Aug 14, 2019 at 7:16 PM UTC

BMTalbot

Spotty patchwork

I once pitched wishes Up to stars that listen as well as stars can hear. My wishes were well crafted plans Bounding faster and faster and faster Through a void that cares as well as voids can care. I’ve noticed just the way you’ve got this spotty patchwork over the bridge of your nose, Restless eyes, and try-hard hands. And I’ve noticed that you’ve noticed that I’m noticing. Your attention could mean nothing. Your affection could mean everything. Could I crack you open as much as I please? Bit by skeletal bit by interstellar bit? Could I query the fragments for a lifespan And would they yield, and yield something new each time? I’d like never to cast another wish To those gaseous lights bearing hopeless charges into a space Unfeeling, unfathomed, undone. I’ll ditch those stars above that never have a thing to say, because you’ve got your heart upon your sleeve, the biggest ears I’ve ever seen, and Orion’s belt written straight across your face.

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I counted your birthmarks while you were asleep the ones that were visible to me at least I'm pretty sure I counted them all.

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Nov 8, 2015

Nov 8, 2015 at 2:52 PM UTC